My Thanksgiving

Before leaving town, I went out to dinner with Kraig at an ethiopian restaurant. I was, quite frankly, a wreck. I have anxiety issues, and he’s kinda intimidating. Tall, muscular and very sure of himself. Ugh. He still seems very interested in me, though given how I’ve been acting lately, I can’t figure out why. Anyway.

Then I flew out to middle of nowhere Kentucky the next morning. Well, almost. I got to the gate for my 6:25am flight at 6:23. Door was closed, I didn’t get on. Rebooked for the 10:55 flight. Went back home, found my laptop charger, stuffed it and laptop into bag, and grabbed directions to the veggie restaurant in Louisville, since they would now be open when I landed. Made it to airport, flew to Louisville, without a hitch. Rented car. Found the restaurant easily. Had a free lunch (customer appreciation day, unbeknownst to me). Donated $15 to charity. Drove to lexington (1.5 hours). Picked up a tofurky and other veggie fare from a natural food store.

Drove down to london and got lost. I ended up spending an hour wandering around looking for Dennis’s place. I was actually one road down and across the highway from him like 30 minutes before I actually got to his place by a very different route, though I wouldn’t realize that until I was leaving to return. I spent thanksgiving with my new cousin (whom Dennis says he will teach to call me “uncle”), Dennis, granny, Ana, Ileana, and a few of their relatives. Dennis convinced me to stay, and covered me on my increased car rental costs, yay Dennis. (the ticket price change was chump change by comparison. Yay, Southwest).

I was up late to welcome Susie, Moyce, Abbas, Ali, Asha, Sarah, and Zarah (aunt, uncle and cousins). I schooled my non-blood relatives in scrabble, and was in turn schooled by my blood relatives. Abbas wanted to play scrabble, but got Kevin (our uncle) to pinch hit for him.

I spent the vacation on food, scrabble, and talk. It was good. I regret nothing. =) I was kinda sad to leave at the end. I talked about a wide variety of topics. European history and health care policy with Dennis, biodiesel and Ethanol with Brad, learning spanish and tofurky with lots of relatives. Dennis was quite focused on Vodka pie crust. This is not a typical weekend for me. Hopefully there will be more of the good in future years.

8 thoughts on “My Thanksgiving”

  1. Gee… I missed out on the family get together…

    I was at my parents’ house sitting (more like dog sitting) and had a cold.

    I’ve only gotten to see Dennis and Ana’s new kid in pictures. How many of us does he make?

      1. Re: off the top of my head

        I just came up with 25 and then adding in Johnny’s kid and the other girl that Dennis is the father too… You get 27. Not to forget the one great-grandkid who will be a year old in January.

        3 more and we would have a nice even 30.

        🙂

        1. Re: off the top of my head

          I wasn’t aware of johnny having a kid.

          I think I’m content with our perfect cube/perfect square situation. I have enough trouble recognizing relatives as is.

          1. Re: off the top of my head

            Yeah… I think he’s the father of a kid for a couple in St. Louis (I think) or so I was told by my mom who heard from Granny who Johnny took to meet him….

            Saw a picture, and the kid looks related.

            One of those ‘I heard it through the family grapevine’ things.

          2. Re: off the top of my head

            I have enough trouble recognizing relatives as is.

            You should try living in this area sometime. “Are you related to…” and fill in the blank. Nine times out of ten, the answer is yes. There is one person in the area with our last name that isn’t related, or so my dad thinks.

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